The bums of the side of NYC in Street Trash aren't dudes to mess around with - most of them anyway are at best thieves and liars and will stop at nothing to get that windshield washed (ah, panhandlers, those were the days), and at worst some of them will just flat-out kill you (hey, Nam was a bitch). In this story a new booze has come into town called Viper, and when a few of the local bums who are able to buy it or steal it and then drink it MELT! Oh, what a world!
It's not until late in the story that it becomes something of a local epidemic, but its full Alien alien-blood acid powers still loom large as we meet the rag-tag group of rapscalians here, such as Freddy, who looks like he's winning Manos the Hands of Fate's Torgo look-alike contest, or Bronson, the aforementioned Vietnam Vet who has nightmares that look like the VC are really vampires. It drives him to basically become the main villain of the piece - rather, he's the one that is craziest, and not in the fun-way like the big black dude who steals anything he can at the supermarket.
|Remind anyone of Pink Floyd's The Wall?|
|Special guest appearance by Mick Jagger! This is what happens when the Stones aren't around|
The movie has its moments that justify its existence and it has a few scenes specifically (one with the big-bad black dude with the beard and gas-mask who throws around 'motheruckers' like Dolamite is out of town and needs a stand-in, another involving a cut-off penis throw-around in a junk-yard) that are totally a laugh riot and awesomely staged and executed. And Jim Muro, who spent the rest of his past twenty-some-odd years as a stedicam operator and sometimes-DP, is an excellent hand at those roving shots. And there is plenty of energy and fun vibes coming from such a cast set against a back-drop that may or may not be as filthy and decrepit as it looks. But there is also a lot of excess fat on the movie - for one that is under 100 minutes it feels longer - and even at the Q&A with the director he *admitted* that there was some stuff that could be cut.
|Where the phrase 'Down the Tubes' really kicks in|